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Warning: DH slash. I might have forgotten the OoTP spoiler's part of this warning up until now but I think most of you should have noticed that by now.
A/N: Oh, gods! You people make me blush! I've gotten so many positive reviews on the last chapter! I'm so happy! I was actually bouncing around for a whole afternoon and I was very cheery all day because of them. Thank you all! It means a lot to me. I actually enjoyed it very much, writing that chapter. I think that besides the fact that it was very mushy and all, that was my favourite one. Now I think it's time to begin with the next chapter. Wow, it's my 9th chapter already!
Chapter 9:
Harry awoke the next morning when he heard his dorm mates' voices. They were being so loud! He just wanted to sleep some more. He just fell asleep! Where was the justice in all this? Having to wake up as soon as you fell asleep.
"Harry! Wake up, mate! This is the last day before the Christmas vacation! And we have Potions as first lesson! You don't want to be late for that!" he heard Ron shout. Actually he wasn't shouting just talking pretty loudly but for Harry, who tried to fall asleep again, it was all the same. It was annoying. What did he mean 'don't want to be late for that'? He never ever wanted to set his foot in that classroom. At least not while they had Potions with the stupid Slytherins.
The events of last night came flooding back to him and he was himself kissing the one Draco Malfoy. He felt it too. It was like he was watching a tape, over and over and over again. It was annoying! He groaned loudly and turned around violently, as it that would help him get rid of the image.
He didn't know what to think about it. He didn't know what to feel about it. It was so irritating. He just wanted to sleep and not wake up until he forgot about that. He didn't want to go to Potions but he didn't have any good reason why he shouldn't. Correction. He didn't have any reason he could tell someone about.
'Sorry, Ron! I can't go to Potions because I'm embarrassed to death by the fact that I let Draco Malfoy kiss me. I enjoyed it too. You know he almost slipped me the tongue but then he broke the damned kiss. What a pity!'
Nope. That was not a good excuse. Definitely a bad one. And what did he mean by thinking he liked it? He didn't... did he?
Oh hell! No way! This was getting way out of hand. He actually liked being kissed by his number one rival? Oh no! He groaned even louder. What the hell was he thinking? This was so wrong!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait! It was *Malfoy* who kissed *him*. Not the other way around. Meaning, Malfoy *wanted* to kiss him. Oh. Well now things made more sense. *He* wasn't the one wanting to kiss Malfoy. It was the other way around. Oh, then it was all good.
He turned around again and was just about to fall asleep when..
"NO!" he sat right up, his eyes the size of tea plates. *Malfoy* kissed him because he wanted to?! What was *wrong* with the world?! Oh hell! Now he couldn't sleep!
"Harry, come on! We'll be late!" Ron stuck is head in between the curtains and looked at him a bit upset. Then when he saw Harry's bewildered expression his features turned worried.
"Are you alright, mate?" he asked, hoping Harry wasn't becoming ill again.
"No! I'm not all right!" Harry yelled. Ron looked a bit taken aback at this sudden outburst.
Harry looked at him and saw his expression. Now he regretted his words. He shouldn't have said anything. He couldn't tell Ron about what happened anyway.
"Sorry, Ron. I'm just a little nervous about running late for Potions." He lied as he got out of bed and started getting dressed. He felt his stomach twist and turn. He didn't feel very good. But it was just because of nerves. He couldn't face Malfoy. It would be too weird. He didn't know what he would say or do if he saw. He didn't even know what he felt about what had happened the night before. All right, so he liked the damned kiss. But it didn't make it any more right.
He had never seen Malfoy so... caring. He looked like for the first time in his life he actually cared for something, someone. But the fact that it was him was a little hard to digest.
Now that he remembered Malfoy had been weird the day before too. Like when he ran into him. Or even before that. That other night when he kissed him! Now that he thought about it Malfoy had kissed him not once but *twice*! Hell must have frozen over! This couldn't be true! This was just so wrong.
But if it was so wrong then how come it felt so right? He wanted it after all. He wanted it to happen again and hell, he missed Malfoy's lips. Merlin! He stopped dressing for a moment as this realization hit him. Then he shook his head and went back to getting dressed. Fortunately Ron left the dorm room along with everyone else. Ron probably went to meet Hermione and they'd probably wait for him. Though he still wasn't sure if he would go. He had to but the bed looked so inviting. The perfect place to hide.
He sighed as he put on the last of his clothes and started moving toward the door.
"Here goes nothing." He muttered as he exited the room and walked down to the common room where Ron and Hermione were already waiting for him.
They walked to the Great Hall. Harry's stomach was in uproar. He really couldn't think about food right now. His heart beat at an uncomfortable pace and he looked down on the floor as he walked in. He didn't want to see Malfoy. Why, why, oh, why didn't he stay in bed? Then he wouldn't have to go through this. This was so bad. Such a bad feeling. He knew that if he looked up he would start searching for that slimy git so he refused to look up. He received some odd glances from both Ron and Hermione but they shrugged and started talking about all sorts of dull things. Like the holidays and Christmas gifts.
Harry took some food and he refused to think about last night, Malfoy or anything that in any way would lead to thinking about the kiss. What he didn't realize though was that he was still seeing the whole scene in front of him clearly as soon as his eyes closed.
"Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice and looked up at her.
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes. You were totally out of it." She said and looked at him suspiciously.
"Are you all right, Harry? I really think you should reconsider spending Christmas with Ron and his family. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you." She said glancing at Ron for confirmation. Said redhead nodded eagerly starting to blabber about Mrs. Weasley's Christmas food. Harry sighed and looked at the both of them.
"I'm fine, Hermione. I just have some things on my mind. Nothing I can't handle." 'I hope' he added in his thoughts. It was really very generous of Ron and his family to offer him to stay with them for Christmas but he didn't want to go. First of all, he didn't belong to that family and second of all, it would hurt him a little seeing Ron and his family.... well, being a family and remembering that he didn't have one. In that case it would be better for him to just stay here, at Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry if I made you worry but I promise you both, I'm fine. I'll stay here for Christmas. Nothing bad will happen to me. Thank you for caring." He forced a smile and nodded.
Ron and Hermione seemed a little suspicious but they let it pass and all three of them ate in peace.
Harry was till 'not thinking' about Malfoy and the kiss when they walked down to the dungeons.
A blonde head appeared a little further down the corridor and Harry's stomach made a little jump. He felt like he was going to throw up whatever breakfast he ate. His hands were starting to sweat, too.
The head turned in his direction and he took a sharp breath. Malfoy. Those silvery eyes locked with his and time seemed to stop. Harry breathed out. His heart stopped. He was almost positive he died in that second.
Then Malfoy looked away and Harry started breathing again. This was bad. Why was he reacting this way? This was just the slimy, Slytherin git Draco Malfoy. His arch rival, nothing more. Pang! Ouch, that hurt! But why? As he just thought Malfoy was his rival. He wasn't supposed to be more than that.
Then again what was it people used to say? 'It's either you best friend.' he looked at Ron and made a half disgusted grimace. No, no, that was just so.. gross. No, Ron was definitely just a friend. '..or your worst enemy.' He looked at Malfoy. He may not have been Harry's worst enemy. That was Voldemort, but he was on that side. And Harry didn't like him.
He was conceited, cold, a total bastard, evil. Well that was just about everything Harry knew about his qualities. No, wait. He was actually caring, too. That look last night couldn't be mistaken. All right, so he had one tiny little good quality. That too, was one that he hid very well. And, well, he didn't look too bad either. Harry thought blushing slightly. He did have nice hair now that he didn't put all that gel in it. It looked a lot softer and it had some sort of glow to it. One that Harry didn't notice before. Actually there were lots of things Harry hadn't noticed about him before. Like the colour of his lips. They were a dark pink, almost red colour and they looked really kissable.
He blushed even more as he thought about the fact that he had actually kissed those lips. That he knew from experience how soft they were.
He didn't notice that the lesson begun and that Snape started explaining why it was so important that they'd chop the strange looking liver before them, into equal peaces. He was too occupied staring at Malfoy.
When Malfoy lifted his head and met his eyes, he saw that arrogant smirk spread over his lips. He leaned over to him and whispered in his ears.
"We need to talk, Potter. After classes. Outside by the lake." His breath brushed Harry's ear and he had a hard time to keep from starting to shiver all over. He nodded slightly and blushed furiously.
Malfoy sat down by his table again and stated working, without as much as a glance at Harry again. Harry on the other hand had a real hard time concentrating. His head was so full of thoughts. He still didn't understand what was going on. What this new feeling was. It was nice and very, very weird. He didn't even know what he wanted to do with it. Or even if he wanted to do anything with it. Where did it come from? When? Why? He sighed and tried concentrating harder on his task.
That lesson went by rather smoothly. Harry probably lost all of Gryffindors house points, not that he noticed though. He was too busy wondering off to his own little world.
Blaise was looking at Harry Potter. The unknowing Gryffindor was sitting by his house table eating and sometimes talking to his little fans. Like that Creepy kid. The one with the camera. Potter didn't seem too engaged in the conversation though. It was mostly the blonde that talked.
Once again Blaise thanked whatever clever creator of his that he was put in Slytherin and not Gryffindor. He would have died an agonizingly slow death if that had happened. Those Gryffindors looked so stupid. Especially that Creepy Creevy. He was smiling and laughing like some schoolgirl and he was following that stupid Potter around like some puppy dog. It was sickening, really.
Who the hell would worship Potter of all people? He, for one, did not! But Draco did.
His eyes became hard and they flashed with rage. For a moment they turned yellow but then they were back to their natural black colour.
Potter would pay for this. This was entirely his fault. Draco.. he seemed to like him. No! It was just what he thought! He didn't know any better. What did that stupid insect have, that he didn't? He was skinny and he had ugly glasses. He had that gross scar on his forehead. He thought he was the saviour of the world. He was disgusting and hideous and he was a Gryffindor. Not to mention their number one enemy. So how could Draco even think about liking that boy? Surely he didn't. It was just something..
Potter must have put some sort of charm on him. Yes, that must have been it. Draco was just stupid enough not to see through it all. Potter was going to be punished for this. Draco too. But Potter first. He had to get rid of that slimy little thing. He had to make up a very good plan. Time was on his side. Potter had to suffer!
He looked over at Draco who seemed to be off to 'Potter-land'. How disgusting! He couldn't believe Draco was so stupid! Breaking all the rules for that thing! Merlin, he hated that Potter! He just wanted to wipe that silly look off Draco's face! It was disgusting! He was the one he should be looking at that way! He was the one Draco was supposed to love! Not that little Gryffindor whore! He loved Draco. He was willing to wait for him to love him back. All he wanted was that Draco didn't go off and be with other people. Like this damned Potter!
He didn't worry though. Once he was finished with Potter there wouldn't be anything left of him to adore! He was satisfied with that thought and he went back to the dorm to plot his revenge against Potter and Draco. Time was on his side. He wasn't going to strike directly. He was going to wait and plan until the plan was absolutely flawless.
It was now after dinner. Harry snuck out in the middle of it to meet Malfoy as he had promised. Malfoy had been watching him during dinner with an unreadable expression. It made him blush. He was doing a lot of that lately, he noticed. It was weird.
So now here he sat by the lake waiting. The feeling was familiar. It was just like the one he got while he was waiting for his wolf. Though at the same time it was nothing like it. He was nervous. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to hear what Malfoy wanted to say. He wasn't sure he was ready to face him all alone after what happened.
At the same time he did want it because he was curious of Malfoy's point of view on things. Wow! There was a first! Him being interested in what that bastard had to say.
The wind was blowing gently over the grounds and it blew the falling snow right in his face. He wiped it off and let out a long breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Suddenly he started smiling.
He was so silly! Here he was worrying about meeting Malfoy! He had never been nervous about that before. Why would anything be different now?
He reached his hand out toward the sky and caught a few snowflakes in his hand. They turned immediately to water and he drew back his hand to eyelevel watching the falling snowflakes die in his hands. This was something he liked to do. It was always interesting. Kind of sad too. He liked the way they looked. All the different patterns. Pity they had to melt away as soon as he'd seen them.
"Potter." He jumped at the familiar voice. He almost forgot about why he was out here in the first place. Malfoy.
He turned around slowly. His heart started to beat a little faster again but he told himself to calm down. Nothing bad was going to happen. It didn't help much though.
"Malfoy." He said calmly. He was surprised he could sound that calm while inside he was all but calm. Malfoy was now standing only a few feet away.
"So I guess you want to know why I wanted to talk to you." Malfoy said calmly. The usual drawl was gone, he didn't sound arrogant at all. Almost like they were two normal people talking to each other.
Harry looked around nervously, though he tried to hide it. Malfoy seemed to notice though because he half-smirked at him. It wasn't his usual I'm- better-than-you-you-little-lowlife-smirk. It looked like he was a little amused.
"Don't worry, Potter, I didn't want you to come out here so I could rape you or anything." He said calmly. Harry let out a breath.
"If I wanted that I'd have told you to meet me in the Forest. It's a lot more secluded there. I don't care much for having sex in public." He added. His eyes shone with amusement at Harry's expression. Harry looked like a fish. A blushing fish that was now on his guard.
"So why *did* you want to talk to me then?" he asked a little anger seeping in his voice. He didn't like these mind games Malfoy seemed to play with him.
"Straight to the point, I see. I think I like that." Malfoy said still looking quite amused. But when Harry looked at him with hardened expression he became serious too.
"I wanted to know.. well about last night." he said not really knowing how to ask, how to begin this conversation. Bluntly put, he wanted to know whether Potter felt something last night. He wanted to know what he thought about it. Something like that.
"I think you should tell me first why you did it. Why you... why you kissed..me." Harry said lowering his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. He felt like running away but at the same time even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to. It felt like his feet were one with the ground.
"Well... it wasn't..I mean I didn't..I never planned that to happen. I just.. well, I wanted to, all right?! There's nothing wrong with that!" Malfoy screamed, suddenly running out of patience. Merlin, this Potter was annoyingly thick sometimes!
"Really? You... you mean that?" Harry asked almost sounding a bit hopeful. He looked at Malfoy and studied his face.
Malfoy looked right back at him. He blushed. Malfoy *blushed*!
"Malfoy, you're blushing." Harry stated as he took a step closer to take a better look.
Draco moved his hands to his face and looked absolutely furious.
"I am not blushing, Potter! How dare you say that?! Malfoys don't blush!" he yelled. He was insulted!
"Well, then you're not a Malfoy." Harry stated jokingly with a smile on his face.
Draco froze. 'Not a Malfoy.' His father used to say that sometimes. It always hurt. He wasn't accepted. Wasn't loved. He missed all that. He never really had it and it made him kind of curious of what it felt like. Being accepted, being loved. Now when Potter said that he didn't feel unloved at all. Those feelings just didn't come. It was strange. He even felt a little bit of relief.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean that. It was just a joke. You know.ha ha." Harry explained, feeling a little guilt. Now that was stupid. Feeling guilty over the fact that he might have hurt Malfoy's feelings.
"No, it's all right." He heard Malfoy whisper. He was surprised. Malfoy didn't care? He wasn't going to kill him for that? Wow! Hell really did freeze over!
Draco met Harry's green eyes and smiled a little. He stepped closer and put his hand over Harry's cheek. It felt warm.
"Well, I'm not the only one blushing then." He said still smiling as Harry's face became even more red.
"So... are you going to tell me then?" he asked as he started to look at the ground like it was really interesting.
"Nope. Don't think so." Harry said with an evil little smirk on his lips.
Malfoy's eyes widened only to narrow again and glare at Harry with full force.
"But that's unfair! I..I told you! You promised!" he shouted angrily, his eyes flashing with anger and betrayal.
"I did no such thing Malfoy. I only wanted to know what you thought about it. I never promised I'd tell you anything." He said still smirking. Then he took pity on the poor soul that wasn't far from pouting right in front of him, and even if he would have liked seeing Malfoy pout he decided against it.
"All right I'll tell you. But not now. You'll have to do something for me first." He said looking at Malfoy. The blonde's expression seemed to brighten a little at that and he smiled.
"So what do you want from me then?" Malfoy asked sounding a little suspicious.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to rape you or anything." The dark-haired boy said sounding almost exactly like Malfoy had just minutes ago.
Draco had to smirk at that. So Potter wasn't just cute, he was witty too. Who knew? He liked it though. Not that he would admit it though.
"Just meet me in the Entrance Hall tomorrow at midnight." Harry said and he was about to turn and leave when Draco spoke up.
"We're going on a midnight date, Potter?" he asked with amusement in his voice.
"You wish." Harry said with his back turned to him. He walked up to the school. He couldn't believe he just had a somewhat civil conversation with Draco Malfoy of all people. What's more, he couldn't believe what he was about to ask Draco do for him. This was all a bit confusing but he decided to just do what felt right for him. Not what reason told him was wrong. And his reason was screaming at the top of its voice inside his head right now. Not that Harry cared.
Draco stood there in the cold wind, looking at Potter's back as he left and then just staring at the spot where he disappeared. Wow! That was nothing like he expected it to be. He didn't get any answers at all. It was a little frustrating to say the least but maybe it was for the best. He was wondering what Potter wanted from him. He said he wasn't going to rape him. But of course that didn't mean he wouldn't make him do something equally embarrassing. He hoped he wouldn't though.
He started walking toward the castle. He had prefect's duties that evening. He wouldn't be able to meet Potter here again tonight. That was all right though. He would meet him tomorrow night. That was a good feeling even though there were chances that Potter would make him do something embarrassing. He still wanted to know what Potter thought of the kiss. He was going to do whatever Potter wanted him to do for it. Well, within reason anyway.
A/N: That's it for now. It was mushy again and the next chapter will be pretty mushy, too, I think. Gods. This is supposed to be angsty not sappy! It seems I can't write these Draco/Harry scenes without them being like..what was it someone said? Cotton candy. They are like cotton candy. Mushy, mushy and very sappy. Well anyway, I hope you liked it. Oh, and once again. REVIEW! Please, please! I'm getting pretty greedy here I know. But I want them! I need them! Well, see you next time! Once again thank you for reading!
Warning: DH slash. I might have forgotten the OoTP spoiler's part of this warning up until now but I think most of you should have noticed that by now.
A/N: Oh, gods! You people make me blush! I've gotten so many positive reviews on the last chapter! I'm so happy! I was actually bouncing around for a whole afternoon and I was very cheery all day because of them. Thank you all! It means a lot to me. I actually enjoyed it very much, writing that chapter. I think that besides the fact that it was very mushy and all, that was my favourite one. Now I think it's time to begin with the next chapter. Wow, it's my 9th chapter already!
Chapter 9:
Harry awoke the next morning when he heard his dorm mates' voices. They were being so loud! He just wanted to sleep some more. He just fell asleep! Where was the justice in all this? Having to wake up as soon as you fell asleep.
"Harry! Wake up, mate! This is the last day before the Christmas vacation! And we have Potions as first lesson! You don't want to be late for that!" he heard Ron shout. Actually he wasn't shouting just talking pretty loudly but for Harry, who tried to fall asleep again, it was all the same. It was annoying. What did he mean 'don't want to be late for that'? He never ever wanted to set his foot in that classroom. At least not while they had Potions with the stupid Slytherins.
The events of last night came flooding back to him and he was himself kissing the one Draco Malfoy. He felt it too. It was like he was watching a tape, over and over and over again. It was annoying! He groaned loudly and turned around violently, as it that would help him get rid of the image.
He didn't know what to think about it. He didn't know what to feel about it. It was so irritating. He just wanted to sleep and not wake up until he forgot about that. He didn't want to go to Potions but he didn't have any good reason why he shouldn't. Correction. He didn't have any reason he could tell someone about.
'Sorry, Ron! I can't go to Potions because I'm embarrassed to death by the fact that I let Draco Malfoy kiss me. I enjoyed it too. You know he almost slipped me the tongue but then he broke the damned kiss. What a pity!'
Nope. That was not a good excuse. Definitely a bad one. And what did he mean by thinking he liked it? He didn't... did he?
Oh hell! No way! This was getting way out of hand. He actually liked being kissed by his number one rival? Oh no! He groaned even louder. What the hell was he thinking? This was so wrong!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait! It was *Malfoy* who kissed *him*. Not the other way around. Meaning, Malfoy *wanted* to kiss him. Oh. Well now things made more sense. *He* wasn't the one wanting to kiss Malfoy. It was the other way around. Oh, then it was all good.
He turned around again and was just about to fall asleep when..
"NO!" he sat right up, his eyes the size of tea plates. *Malfoy* kissed him because he wanted to?! What was *wrong* with the world?! Oh hell! Now he couldn't sleep!
"Harry, come on! We'll be late!" Ron stuck is head in between the curtains and looked at him a bit upset. Then when he saw Harry's bewildered expression his features turned worried.
"Are you alright, mate?" he asked, hoping Harry wasn't becoming ill again.
"No! I'm not all right!" Harry yelled. Ron looked a bit taken aback at this sudden outburst.
Harry looked at him and saw his expression. Now he regretted his words. He shouldn't have said anything. He couldn't tell Ron about what happened anyway.
"Sorry, Ron. I'm just a little nervous about running late for Potions." He lied as he got out of bed and started getting dressed. He felt his stomach twist and turn. He didn't feel very good. But it was just because of nerves. He couldn't face Malfoy. It would be too weird. He didn't know what he would say or do if he saw. He didn't even know what he felt about what had happened the night before. All right, so he liked the damned kiss. But it didn't make it any more right.
He had never seen Malfoy so... caring. He looked like for the first time in his life he actually cared for something, someone. But the fact that it was him was a little hard to digest.
Now that he remembered Malfoy had been weird the day before too. Like when he ran into him. Or even before that. That other night when he kissed him! Now that he thought about it Malfoy had kissed him not once but *twice*! Hell must have frozen over! This couldn't be true! This was just so wrong.
But if it was so wrong then how come it felt so right? He wanted it after all. He wanted it to happen again and hell, he missed Malfoy's lips. Merlin! He stopped dressing for a moment as this realization hit him. Then he shook his head and went back to getting dressed. Fortunately Ron left the dorm room along with everyone else. Ron probably went to meet Hermione and they'd probably wait for him. Though he still wasn't sure if he would go. He had to but the bed looked so inviting. The perfect place to hide.
He sighed as he put on the last of his clothes and started moving toward the door.
"Here goes nothing." He muttered as he exited the room and walked down to the common room where Ron and Hermione were already waiting for him.
They walked to the Great Hall. Harry's stomach was in uproar. He really couldn't think about food right now. His heart beat at an uncomfortable pace and he looked down on the floor as he walked in. He didn't want to see Malfoy. Why, why, oh, why didn't he stay in bed? Then he wouldn't have to go through this. This was so bad. Such a bad feeling. He knew that if he looked up he would start searching for that slimy git so he refused to look up. He received some odd glances from both Ron and Hermione but they shrugged and started talking about all sorts of dull things. Like the holidays and Christmas gifts.
Harry took some food and he refused to think about last night, Malfoy or anything that in any way would lead to thinking about the kiss. What he didn't realize though was that he was still seeing the whole scene in front of him clearly as soon as his eyes closed.
"Harry!" he heard Hermione's voice and looked up at her.
"I've been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes. You were totally out of it." She said and looked at him suspiciously.
"Are you all right, Harry? I really think you should reconsider spending Christmas with Ron and his family. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you." She said glancing at Ron for confirmation. Said redhead nodded eagerly starting to blabber about Mrs. Weasley's Christmas food. Harry sighed and looked at the both of them.
"I'm fine, Hermione. I just have some things on my mind. Nothing I can't handle." 'I hope' he added in his thoughts. It was really very generous of Ron and his family to offer him to stay with them for Christmas but he didn't want to go. First of all, he didn't belong to that family and second of all, it would hurt him a little seeing Ron and his family.... well, being a family and remembering that he didn't have one. In that case it would be better for him to just stay here, at Hogwarts.
"I'm sorry if I made you worry but I promise you both, I'm fine. I'll stay here for Christmas. Nothing bad will happen to me. Thank you for caring." He forced a smile and nodded.
Ron and Hermione seemed a little suspicious but they let it pass and all three of them ate in peace.
Harry was till 'not thinking' about Malfoy and the kiss when they walked down to the dungeons.
A blonde head appeared a little further down the corridor and Harry's stomach made a little jump. He felt like he was going to throw up whatever breakfast he ate. His hands were starting to sweat, too.
The head turned in his direction and he took a sharp breath. Malfoy. Those silvery eyes locked with his and time seemed to stop. Harry breathed out. His heart stopped. He was almost positive he died in that second.
Then Malfoy looked away and Harry started breathing again. This was bad. Why was he reacting this way? This was just the slimy, Slytherin git Draco Malfoy. His arch rival, nothing more. Pang! Ouch, that hurt! But why? As he just thought Malfoy was his rival. He wasn't supposed to be more than that.
Then again what was it people used to say? 'It's either you best friend.' he looked at Ron and made a half disgusted grimace. No, no, that was just so.. gross. No, Ron was definitely just a friend. '..or your worst enemy.' He looked at Malfoy. He may not have been Harry's worst enemy. That was Voldemort, but he was on that side. And Harry didn't like him.
He was conceited, cold, a total bastard, evil. Well that was just about everything Harry knew about his qualities. No, wait. He was actually caring, too. That look last night couldn't be mistaken. All right, so he had one tiny little good quality. That too, was one that he hid very well. And, well, he didn't look too bad either. Harry thought blushing slightly. He did have nice hair now that he didn't put all that gel in it. It looked a lot softer and it had some sort of glow to it. One that Harry didn't notice before. Actually there were lots of things Harry hadn't noticed about him before. Like the colour of his lips. They were a dark pink, almost red colour and they looked really kissable.
He blushed even more as he thought about the fact that he had actually kissed those lips. That he knew from experience how soft they were.
He didn't notice that the lesson begun and that Snape started explaining why it was so important that they'd chop the strange looking liver before them, into equal peaces. He was too occupied staring at Malfoy.
When Malfoy lifted his head and met his eyes, he saw that arrogant smirk spread over his lips. He leaned over to him and whispered in his ears.
"We need to talk, Potter. After classes. Outside by the lake." His breath brushed Harry's ear and he had a hard time to keep from starting to shiver all over. He nodded slightly and blushed furiously.
Malfoy sat down by his table again and stated working, without as much as a glance at Harry again. Harry on the other hand had a real hard time concentrating. His head was so full of thoughts. He still didn't understand what was going on. What this new feeling was. It was nice and very, very weird. He didn't even know what he wanted to do with it. Or even if he wanted to do anything with it. Where did it come from? When? Why? He sighed and tried concentrating harder on his task.
That lesson went by rather smoothly. Harry probably lost all of Gryffindors house points, not that he noticed though. He was too busy wondering off to his own little world.
Blaise was looking at Harry Potter. The unknowing Gryffindor was sitting by his house table eating and sometimes talking to his little fans. Like that Creepy kid. The one with the camera. Potter didn't seem too engaged in the conversation though. It was mostly the blonde that talked.
Once again Blaise thanked whatever clever creator of his that he was put in Slytherin and not Gryffindor. He would have died an agonizingly slow death if that had happened. Those Gryffindors looked so stupid. Especially that Creepy Creevy. He was smiling and laughing like some schoolgirl and he was following that stupid Potter around like some puppy dog. It was sickening, really.
Who the hell would worship Potter of all people? He, for one, did not! But Draco did.
His eyes became hard and they flashed with rage. For a moment they turned yellow but then they were back to their natural black colour.
Potter would pay for this. This was entirely his fault. Draco.. he seemed to like him. No! It was just what he thought! He didn't know any better. What did that stupid insect have, that he didn't? He was skinny and he had ugly glasses. He had that gross scar on his forehead. He thought he was the saviour of the world. He was disgusting and hideous and he was a Gryffindor. Not to mention their number one enemy. So how could Draco even think about liking that boy? Surely he didn't. It was just something..
Potter must have put some sort of charm on him. Yes, that must have been it. Draco was just stupid enough not to see through it all. Potter was going to be punished for this. Draco too. But Potter first. He had to get rid of that slimy little thing. He had to make up a very good plan. Time was on his side. Potter had to suffer!
He looked over at Draco who seemed to be off to 'Potter-land'. How disgusting! He couldn't believe Draco was so stupid! Breaking all the rules for that thing! Merlin, he hated that Potter! He just wanted to wipe that silly look off Draco's face! It was disgusting! He was the one he should be looking at that way! He was the one Draco was supposed to love! Not that little Gryffindor whore! He loved Draco. He was willing to wait for him to love him back. All he wanted was that Draco didn't go off and be with other people. Like this damned Potter!
He didn't worry though. Once he was finished with Potter there wouldn't be anything left of him to adore! He was satisfied with that thought and he went back to the dorm to plot his revenge against Potter and Draco. Time was on his side. He wasn't going to strike directly. He was going to wait and plan until the plan was absolutely flawless.
It was now after dinner. Harry snuck out in the middle of it to meet Malfoy as he had promised. Malfoy had been watching him during dinner with an unreadable expression. It made him blush. He was doing a lot of that lately, he noticed. It was weird.
So now here he sat by the lake waiting. The feeling was familiar. It was just like the one he got while he was waiting for his wolf. Though at the same time it was nothing like it. He was nervous. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to hear what Malfoy wanted to say. He wasn't sure he was ready to face him all alone after what happened.
At the same time he did want it because he was curious of Malfoy's point of view on things. Wow! There was a first! Him being interested in what that bastard had to say.
The wind was blowing gently over the grounds and it blew the falling snow right in his face. He wiped it off and let out a long breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Suddenly he started smiling.
He was so silly! Here he was worrying about meeting Malfoy! He had never been nervous about that before. Why would anything be different now?
He reached his hand out toward the sky and caught a few snowflakes in his hand. They turned immediately to water and he drew back his hand to eyelevel watching the falling snowflakes die in his hands. This was something he liked to do. It was always interesting. Kind of sad too. He liked the way they looked. All the different patterns. Pity they had to melt away as soon as he'd seen them.
"Potter." He jumped at the familiar voice. He almost forgot about why he was out here in the first place. Malfoy.
He turned around slowly. His heart started to beat a little faster again but he told himself to calm down. Nothing bad was going to happen. It didn't help much though.
"Malfoy." He said calmly. He was surprised he could sound that calm while inside he was all but calm. Malfoy was now standing only a few feet away.
"So I guess you want to know why I wanted to talk to you." Malfoy said calmly. The usual drawl was gone, he didn't sound arrogant at all. Almost like they were two normal people talking to each other.
Harry looked around nervously, though he tried to hide it. Malfoy seemed to notice though because he half-smirked at him. It wasn't his usual I'm- better-than-you-you-little-lowlife-smirk. It looked like he was a little amused.
"Don't worry, Potter, I didn't want you to come out here so I could rape you or anything." He said calmly. Harry let out a breath.
"If I wanted that I'd have told you to meet me in the Forest. It's a lot more secluded there. I don't care much for having sex in public." He added. His eyes shone with amusement at Harry's expression. Harry looked like a fish. A blushing fish that was now on his guard.
"So why *did* you want to talk to me then?" he asked a little anger seeping in his voice. He didn't like these mind games Malfoy seemed to play with him.
"Straight to the point, I see. I think I like that." Malfoy said still looking quite amused. But when Harry looked at him with hardened expression he became serious too.
"I wanted to know.. well about last night." he said not really knowing how to ask, how to begin this conversation. Bluntly put, he wanted to know whether Potter felt something last night. He wanted to know what he thought about it. Something like that.
"I think you should tell me first why you did it. Why you... why you kissed..me." Harry said lowering his head. He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. He felt like running away but at the same time even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to. It felt like his feet were one with the ground.
"Well... it wasn't..I mean I didn't..I never planned that to happen. I just.. well, I wanted to, all right?! There's nothing wrong with that!" Malfoy screamed, suddenly running out of patience. Merlin, this Potter was annoyingly thick sometimes!
"Really? You... you mean that?" Harry asked almost sounding a bit hopeful. He looked at Malfoy and studied his face.
Malfoy looked right back at him. He blushed. Malfoy *blushed*!
"Malfoy, you're blushing." Harry stated as he took a step closer to take a better look.
Draco moved his hands to his face and looked absolutely furious.
"I am not blushing, Potter! How dare you say that?! Malfoys don't blush!" he yelled. He was insulted!
"Well, then you're not a Malfoy." Harry stated jokingly with a smile on his face.
Draco froze. 'Not a Malfoy.' His father used to say that sometimes. It always hurt. He wasn't accepted. Wasn't loved. He missed all that. He never really had it and it made him kind of curious of what it felt like. Being accepted, being loved. Now when Potter said that he didn't feel unloved at all. Those feelings just didn't come. It was strange. He even felt a little bit of relief.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean that. It was just a joke. You know.ha ha." Harry explained, feeling a little guilt. Now that was stupid. Feeling guilty over the fact that he might have hurt Malfoy's feelings.
"No, it's all right." He heard Malfoy whisper. He was surprised. Malfoy didn't care? He wasn't going to kill him for that? Wow! Hell really did freeze over!
Draco met Harry's green eyes and smiled a little. He stepped closer and put his hand over Harry's cheek. It felt warm.
"Well, I'm not the only one blushing then." He said still smiling as Harry's face became even more red.
"So... are you going to tell me then?" he asked as he started to look at the ground like it was really interesting.
"Nope. Don't think so." Harry said with an evil little smirk on his lips.
Malfoy's eyes widened only to narrow again and glare at Harry with full force.
"But that's unfair! I..I told you! You promised!" he shouted angrily, his eyes flashing with anger and betrayal.
"I did no such thing Malfoy. I only wanted to know what you thought about it. I never promised I'd tell you anything." He said still smirking. Then he took pity on the poor soul that wasn't far from pouting right in front of him, and even if he would have liked seeing Malfoy pout he decided against it.
"All right I'll tell you. But not now. You'll have to do something for me first." He said looking at Malfoy. The blonde's expression seemed to brighten a little at that and he smiled.
"So what do you want from me then?" Malfoy asked sounding a little suspicious.
"Don't worry; I'm not going to rape you or anything." The dark-haired boy said sounding almost exactly like Malfoy had just minutes ago.
Draco had to smirk at that. So Potter wasn't just cute, he was witty too. Who knew? He liked it though. Not that he would admit it though.
"Just meet me in the Entrance Hall tomorrow at midnight." Harry said and he was about to turn and leave when Draco spoke up.
"We're going on a midnight date, Potter?" he asked with amusement in his voice.
"You wish." Harry said with his back turned to him. He walked up to the school. He couldn't believe he just had a somewhat civil conversation with Draco Malfoy of all people. What's more, he couldn't believe what he was about to ask Draco do for him. This was all a bit confusing but he decided to just do what felt right for him. Not what reason told him was wrong. And his reason was screaming at the top of its voice inside his head right now. Not that Harry cared.
Draco stood there in the cold wind, looking at Potter's back as he left and then just staring at the spot where he disappeared. Wow! That was nothing like he expected it to be. He didn't get any answers at all. It was a little frustrating to say the least but maybe it was for the best. He was wondering what Potter wanted from him. He said he wasn't going to rape him. But of course that didn't mean he wouldn't make him do something equally embarrassing. He hoped he wouldn't though.
He started walking toward the castle. He had prefect's duties that evening. He wouldn't be able to meet Potter here again tonight. That was all right though. He would meet him tomorrow night. That was a good feeling even though there were chances that Potter would make him do something embarrassing. He still wanted to know what Potter thought of the kiss. He was going to do whatever Potter wanted him to do for it. Well, within reason anyway.
A/N: That's it for now. It was mushy again and the next chapter will be pretty mushy, too, I think. Gods. This is supposed to be angsty not sappy! It seems I can't write these Draco/Harry scenes without them being like..what was it someone said? Cotton candy. They are like cotton candy. Mushy, mushy and very sappy. Well anyway, I hope you liked it. Oh, and once again. REVIEW! Please, please! I'm getting pretty greedy here I know. But I want them! I need them! Well, see you next time! Once again thank you for reading!